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Are they Natural? No! They’re Made of this New Space-Age Polymer…

Seth and I sponsored kiddush this week at shul.* We sponsored kiddush to thank the community for all the help that they’ve given us for the triplets over the last nine months. This was the first opportunity we’ve had to do a kiddush, because we couldn’t bring the triplets out into public until after April, but once that wasn’t a factor, Seth was still in aveilus**. So, at last, we held our kiddush in honor of the triplets, and they made their first official appearance in shul.

It was really nice to see everyone and to feel a part of my community once again. I’ve felt quite isolated from the community for a long time, because, well… when you live in an Orthodox Jewish community with a lot of young couples, all anyone does (or so it seems) is have babies. All the time. And I just couldn’t be around that for a long time, so I never went to shul, even with J (I’d have Seth take him). Then last year I was on bed rest for the whole summer and couldn’t go even at the times I normally would have gone (Pesach, Shavuous, random kiddushes here and there) and then I was on hospital bed rest over Rosh Hashana so I didn’t even make it to shul then, and then I delivered the babies and was in the hospital still on Yom Kippur and then on Succos I was in the NICU with the babies… so all the things that normally would have brought me to shul regardless of how uncomfortable I felt… well, I haven’t been there in a tremendously long time. And I really did feel isolated, even though the community is VERY supportive of us and I’m on the shul board and I have really NO reason to feel at ALL like I’m not part of the community, since they’ve been so incredibly amazing to us.

But that’s not the point of this post.

The point is, it was nice to be back, and in a positive, meaningful way, celebrating the expansion of our family. And it was almost tarnished when a woman who I don’t really know (I don’t even know her name, and we’re in a VERY small shul, so it says a lot that I don’t even know her name) came up to me… she’s older, I’d say in her 70s or so, and she said, "Oh my best friend had triplets, and she was on fertility, you know, I was wondering, were you on fertility?"

Oh my blood started to boil. And I never, ever, ever make any sort of snappy remark when people ask me that, though I *always* wish that I had. Normally I just say, "We had some help, but thank God we have three healthy babies, so it doesn’t really matter how they came to us."

Today I just could not do that. It would have left me bitching and moaning about her for a long time, because THAT is what I would have remembered from today, instead of all the lovely thoughts and "mazel tovs" and "hellos" and "welcome backs" that I heard.

So I took a deep breath and I smiled a sweet smile. And I said, "You know, I really don’t like to discuss it, because it’s really irrelevant. We have three healthy babies, and that’s all I could ask for right now."

She didn’t get it; she said, "oh well, it doesn’t matter, but my friend, she was on fertility, and she…" She didn’t get what I was trying to tell her, and I didn’t expect her to. But I got an important lesson today. I finally learned that I can stop and actually tell people to mind their own business when it comes to my reproductive history. And while I feel badly for being rude to this woman, I’m unbelievably proud of myself for finally, finally, allowing myself a little bit of privacy on a matter which is no one’s business.***

And you know what? The next time some random stranger asks me "do you mind if I ask if your triplets are natural?" I’m going to say, "You know, I really do mind. That’s a matter that’s really between me and my husband." Because now I know that I *can* say that without turning into a pillar of salt. Go me.

__________________* Er, yeah. I realize that I do this to you guys a lot… I throw out these words with no explanation and about half of you just know what I’m talking about, a dozen or so of you go and look it up, and the rest of you sit there wondering what kind of smoke I’m cracking. So, "shul" is just another word for synagogue. "Kiddush" is like a little mini luncheon after services Shabbos morning. Um. "Shabbos" is the Sabbath (Friday night through Saturday night). Any questions?

**There I go again. "Aveilus" is mourning. Jews have several stages of mourning. There’s the 7-day shiva period which you may remember me writing about when his father died last summer when I was pregnant. Then there’s 30 days (inclusive of the 7 days of shiva) when the restrictions are lighter than those of shiva, but still quite abundant. And then, (inclusive of those first 30 days) there are 11 months of mourning in which the mourner says kaddish (the mourner’s prayer) for the deceased at prayer services three times per day, and has several other restrictions placed upon him, such as, no buying new clothes (if possible), no attending celebratory gatherings, no um, well, other stuff. What do I know? Thank God, I’ve never been in mourning, so my knowledge here is, thankfully, limited. Anyway, so Seth wouldn’t have been able to attend had we had a kiddush earlier, is my whole point.

***This is a particularly laughable point, because anyone who actually *knows* me knows that we had some, um, "help" in the reproductive department. I’m very open about it, even though I’m somewhat uncomfortable with the entire world knowing my business, because I think it’s important for people to understand that this isn’t a scarlet letter to be worn with shame. I don’t walk around (or shouldn’t walk around) feeling ashamed of my infertility. It’s not a red letter I. It’s a red pomegranate badge of courage. This is one of the reasons that I don’t [normally] snap at people for asking me if I had fertility treatment… because I believe that people need to learn that this isn’t something shameful. But I still believe that random strangers need to learn that not everyone is as willing to go down that road. It’s really none of anyone’s business, unless I *make* it your business.

EDITED TO ADD:1. Credit must be given to my friend Corrine for the title line. She’s far wittier than I.2. I forgot that I also set someone straight about the "natural" thing. I said, "I don’t like the term ‘natural’ because ALL children are natural. I prefer the term ‘spontaneous’…" That particular woman was very sweet (and about my age) and said, "oh that’s a much better term!"

8 Responses

The title is damned funny – even if you didn’t come up with it. I need to find a way to work that in somewhere. I’ll miss seeing you today, but I’m gonna look at the dates you gave me later and pick out a good one for us to yack away.

i appreciate the explanation of the jewish words. we live in a predominantly orthodox jewish neighborhood so i’ve picked up some of the words here and there, but there are definitely still some that are foreign to me.
good for you for standing strong and not giving out information when you didn’t feel comfortable. 🙂

Firstly, sounds like a really wonderful gathering and getting back into a supportive community. Yay for that.
But the whole old lady’s question? Not so nice. I have always been very open about our doing IVF, and in a way rather proud of it (because, dang we did it twice, and of course it requires practically dragging our bodies to hell and back)…. However, I too, as you seem to be expressing, want the ability to share that as *I* choose to, rather than have someone pry and ask (especially in your case, simply because you have triplets). Triplets are conceived spontaneously, they should leave it to your judgement to share that. What would be a kinder question would be asking if the carrying them was hard, or the delivery, or nusring… But asking about how they were conceived just seems to convey nosiness rather than genuine concern into your life. Good for your response (not rude, but pointed)!

For some reason, people feel compelled to know all of the details of how other people get pregnant. My two will be 15 months apart, and I keep getting “So that was an accident, right?” or “Didn’t you go on birth control after the first one?”
I am very open with my friends, but I don’t appreciate the questions, especially the ones that imply that no one in her right mind would have two babies so close together. So what if we planned it? Or not? Who cares? We love our kids either way!

You know, it would be very, VERY rude to ask just about anyone out there how his or her sex life is going (with the exception of, y’know, the person YOU’RE knocking boots with and with some very close friends/relatives). In my mind, that’s roughly equivalent to all of these “so, how’d you get knocked up?” questions. That may be somewhat unfair, given that the people inquiring sometimes are wrestling with fertility problems and are looking to commiserate with someone, but I hold to my comparison. My golden rule about reproduction-related inquiries is that if you’re a close enough friend to ask, you already know. A woman you’ve just met doesn’t fall into that category. Sorry you had to go through that, but good for you for politely standing up for yourself. (There’s a widespread misconception that “politeness” equates with “being a doormat.” Not the case at all…)